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People here were strange. Stranger than anything she’d seen in Plegia, in Ylisse — anywhere. Walking through the campus one day revealed to her yet another strange individual; a girl, staring simply into the distance as if enjoying an invisible puppet show.
Usually, of course, Tharja wouldn’t even bother with other people, but one thought slowed her feet and kept her tethered to the area. She’d seen this behavior before… from people under a certain hex she’d cast, so curiosity could only lead her to believe someone had cursed this child. Not to mention the subtle aura enshrouding her.
“…”
Boldly Tharja drops her original trajectory and moves towards her, waving her palm in front of the girl’s face.
“Helloooo?” She mutters, slight annoyance radiating from her words.
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WARNING, VIOLATION OF PERSONAL SPACE DETECTED.
Normal reaction time?
One or two seconds, give
or take. Mood enhanced
reaction time? Not even
a millisecond. Not even
a millisecond later and
her hand is already up
and pushing the other
away. Bye hand, hello
again personal space.
Her expression is not
improved by the intrusion
at all, but it is not
worsened either. It
remains as it is, the
only thing that would
indicate the barest of
changes would be the
turning of her head to
blankly stare upwards
at the other - grey eyes
deadpan.
Although, another form
of movement comes
soon after. Her hands
move towards her side
to grab blindly at her
notebook and pen,
opening up the pages
and scrawling a note
for the person forwards
of her. It’s handed
afterwards; her arm
jerking in accordance
with her feelings.
[ what. ]